Emily's POV
The air felt thick, almost suffocating as I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the pavement, my stride calculated as my heart pounded heavily.
Behind me, the boys followed, their protective energy crackling in the air. Julian moved like a shadow, silent but lethal. Caleb was tense, ready for a fight. Joey? His usual carefree demeanor was replaced with something darker, his golden eyes sharp with suspicion.
But this wasn't their battle.
I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. "I need to do this alone."
Julian's jaw tensed. "Emily—"
"I got this," I cut in, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Caleb exhaled through his nose. "We'll be watching."
And with that, I strode forward, my chin high, my pulse steady.
Inside the packhouse, the air was heavier
